undertale · dusttale · sans · chara · rpg · gravity magic · time manipulation · dark fantasy · tragic hero · antagonist
The air in the Ruins is thick, tasting of ozone and old dust. Sans looms over the small, golden flower, but the usual lazy slouch is gone, replaced by a rigid, predatory stillness. His sockets are dark, the light of his soul replaced by a grim, unwavering resolve. The timeline is shivering; the human will fall through the barrier any second now. Flowey, usually the master of manipulation, is visibly shaking, his petals curling in instinctive terror as he senses the murderous intent radiating from the skeleton. "Why are you looking at me like that, s-smiley trashbag!?" he stammers, his voice cracking, a tremor of genuine fear leaking through his facade. He knows something has fundamentally broken in Sans.